Black Fem!Reader x Elias โStackโ Moore.
A/N: Stack being submissive for his girl, enjoy!๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ค๐ฝ๐ค๐ฝ
Summary: You asked Stack if heโs open to being submissive, and he obliged. Little did you know. He had a secret sex room hidden down below his own house, once you were shown the room. You brought your A-game, while he obeyed your every command like he trained by you.
Warnings: BDSM, soft!Stack, begging, a submissive Stack, male whimpering, rough sex, slight angst, dirty talk, light praise, degradation, choking kink, dom!reader, consensual for both parties, raw sex, cumshots, glasses kink, creampie, manhandling?
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Normally, Stack was the dominant one in the bedroom. You were both submissive and dominant yourself. You prefer to switch it up, and show off just as he did. For Stack, he would fuck you roughly or slow but passionately when he loved you deeply, his hand around your neck, his half-lidded eyes on your every reaction. Stack loved to tease, talking his shit, and
He would drag out his thrusts just to hear your moans longer, and just to make you cum, and, squirt, again and again. Stack would often have you ride him, take control as he looked up at you, in love, wanting, desire in the view of beauty.
A part of you couldnโt help wondering why he was so nasty? Was he always like that? Was Stack taught some things by all sorts of different black women through experiences? He mustโve been taught that pleasure was more for women, than his own. Studied. Perfected. Practiced until he was the way he is now.
Maybe his perspective changed over the years? Either way, you had questions of your own.
But the question that really tugged at you? Would Stack be open to being submissive for you? Let you take the lead as many times as you liked.
He couldn't be the only one dominant in the bedroom. You were as well.
Maybe he can wear handcuffs as you ride him? Handcuffs included or not, just so he couldnโt touch you.
That one little fantasy of yours played in your mind like a movie, vivid scenes of you standing over Stack while he was on his hands, and knees.
You sat criss-crossed on the couch with your eyes glued to the television, watching a marathon of random movies, some of which you were familiar with, some you weren't. You pushed your glasses to the bridge of your nose.
Stack was set to return home early tonight because he and Smoke had finally secured the holiday week off from their jobs together. Various ways of income to pay off everything on their own business. Fast money.
You reached for a bag of chocolate turtles on the coffee table, and shoved one in your mouth, and held the remote in your hand, lowering the volume. Just as you heard a car pull up in the driveway of the house.
You heard his Cadillac rumbling outside as the vehicle came to a gentle stop, rumbling on a fresh tank of gas.
Old school R&B belting through his car speakers, thumbing, rattling from the exterior of his car.
Adina Howard's "Freak" started playing, the chorus kicking in perfectly as Stack let the lyrics draw you and the neighbors in. Loud. Abrupt.
I want a freak in the morning, freak in the evening.
I need a roughneck nigga that can satisfy me.
If you are that kind of man.
โCause Iโm that kind of a girl.
Stack has been blasting a lot of freaky music from the decade, as you assume that he was giving out hints to you, here, and there. You noticed it, but you havenโt said anything yet.
You didnโt want to come off too forward to Elias, still, he was a big olโ freak with standards of his own in the bedroom. What he was into, or what he wasnโt into. He knew when to stop immediately, ask, and check for his girl to make sure that you were comfortable.
If you werenโt, then itโs okay too.
Stack killed the engine. Your lip curled into a mischievous smirk, heat blooming through your face. He made it back in one piece, safe and sound.
โHe's homeโฆโ You mumbled, clutching the heart-shaped pillow close to your chest.
The click of shoes against the concrete, and darkwood resounding from outside, the jaggle of house keys in hand, the twist of both locks. The door swung open, revealing Stack in an oversized hoodie, chocolate brown, and matching sweatpants. Timberlands, and socks on his feet.
He closed the door behind himself, kicked off his shoes. Hurried his way to you near the couch, his hands mushed your face together. Stack kissed you all over your face, lips, nose, forehead, and cheeks as many as he could. Fogging up your glasses, you chuckled softly.
โHi, boo. You missed me?โ You inquired playfully, grinning between the kisses he gave.
Before he could pull away, he kissed your lips twice just for affection again. โI always miss you, and now I get to spend more time with my girlโฆโ
โYou good? How was work today?โ Stack asks, his southern drawl spills over, warm, and thick like molasses. He hopped over the couch to sit beside you.
โYeah, Iโm cool. It was okay. How about you?โ You lay your head on his shoulder, and his lip curled into a cheerful smile.
Stack shrugged like it was a usual day. โAโight. All I look forward is my brother and I getting the money. Iโm good.โ
โAs long as youโre good. Thatโs what matters.โ You mention, your hand curled around his buff arm, soft, still firm.
โThanks, sweetheart.โ
โHey, can I ask you something?โ You passed the remote to Stack, as he grabbed it from you.
โWhatโs your mind?โ Stackโs eyes flickered to the television mounted on the wall. He flipped through channels, the light rays of vibrant colors glistening across his brown skin, and yours.
โI want to be fully dominant this time. You know? Would you be open to being submissive?โ You asked, swallowing once. The sound came soft enough for him not to hear.
โYou serious? I've been wanted to try it out,โ Stack confessed, his southern drawl spilling out, deepening with a raspy. his hand on your neck. His thumb swiped across his gold chain.
โReally? I've never taken you for the submissive type, Elias. Have you done like that before?โ You took a sip from your water bottle, as your brown eyes locked with your boyfriendโs.
Stack nodded understandably, his eyes darted to you. โYeah, I have. Some women prefer it that way, and itโs cool with me.โ He shrugged like it was casual.
โGood. You want a chocolate turtle?โ You asked, pointing to the bag of chocolate turtles on the coffee table.
โYeah. Feed it to me,โ Stack added, his face leaning in close but not too close. His voice dropped to a sexy rasp, sent a tingling warmth through your thighs.
Your fingers picked out a chocolate turtle, and moved toward his mouth, Stackโs mouth wrapped around chocolate turtle, subtly around your finger, his tongue swiped over the piece of chocolate, biting into the treat, caramel spilling over his tongues, bits of pecan fell in. He moaned hoarsely at the taste, pushing it in.
He eat the entire piece of chocolate turtle, swallowed it fast, the sound was soft, as his brown eyes flickered to the television, and back to you.
โYou like it? Some may not like chocolate, caramel and pecans together but I do. My mom liked them.โ You asked, a brow rose at him, twisting the cap on your water bottle.
Stack nodded eagerly, humming in response. โYeah, they real good.โ His tongue swiped over his lips. He reached for the bottle of Gatorade, twisting the cap off before sipping it down.
โUm. Elias, can I ask something a little unhinged, and out of pocket?โ You chuckled sheepishly, your hand on the nape of your neck.
โYeah, you know you can ask me anything, Y/n.โ Stack shrugged it off like it was nothing. But you had to mentally prepare to ask it.
โDo you have a sex room downstairs?โ You asked too fast, your voice came out nervously but steady enough that it caught him off guard.
Stack almost choked on his Gatorade, coughing roughly. His hand over his chest, clearing his throat. His lip bunched up as if he was trying not to tell you. Your hand patted his back, as he says, โThanks,โ
Stack looked at you again, but this time it was softer, and careful. He had to tell you one way, or the other.โYou really wanna know?โ
โYes, tell me!โ You exclaimed, your hands gripped his buff shoulders, propped yourself on your knees pressed in the coach.
โAโight then, but donโt say I ainโt warn yoโ fine ass.โ Stack admonishes, shrugging again.
Your head tilting, your face twisted faintly like he was out of his rabbit ass mind. โStack, itโs a sex dungeon, and Iโm sure thereโs nothing in there. Iโve havenโt seen before.โ
Stack chuckled it off cockily, with a faint curl of his lip. He stood from the couch before circling around it. Hands behind his back, as if he had something up his sleeve.
Stack strode toward you with a mischievous smirk on his face, bowing as he held out his hand. Your eyes dart between his eyes, and his hand, feeling like youโre about regret asking later.
Your hand grabbed his gently, as his fingers interlocked with yours. Winking playfully at you, while he led you through the hallways of the house.
However, the man reached for a remote from the dresser in his bedroom. His thumb pressed the button, and you see the door in front of him flipped over into a a crimson velvet door with the first initial of a big bold โSโ on it.
Stack grinned at you, sliding the remote in his pocket. He reached for the doorknob, swung it open, as he led you through the door. Once inside, the elevator was a bit small and covered in red velvet carpet, including a small window, and your body pressed against his.
His muscles taut beneath the fabric against your skin. The heat sinking in the fabric of your pajamas. Your fingers gripped the thick fabric of his hoodie.
Stack closed the door and locked it behind him. He pressed the button on the remote in his hand again, prompted the small elevator to descend slowly to the lower floor while 90s R&B music played through tiny speakers. Stack softly hummed along to Ginuwineโs Pony.
Your eyes flickered up at him, giggling. โYou would play this song with your nasty ass.โ
โYou like my nasty ass though, Hm?โ Stack hummed, his hands mushed your face, gently shaking your head from side to side. He pressed a soft kiss against your lips twice.
โYou've been playing a lot of freaky ass music from the 90s? Are you giving me a hint, or are you more of an R&B head?โ You asked with curiosity, your head tilted.
โI'm more of an R&B head. I've been on a binge lately. The old school music has been speakinโ to me for a while.โ Stack purrs, his nose nuzzling across yours.
โSure it has.โ You say sarcastically, squiting at him.
Stack snickered mid-breath, his hand mushed your face together again. He pressed a kiss on your forehead to your nose, then down your lips again. There goes that warmth through your body again whenever he's affectionate.
Ahh, Elias Moore. Your man.
โYou're nasty, freaky music always speakinโ to ya.โ You quipped at him, his hands on his chest.
โYou know that...โ Stack drawled with his hands cupped around your ass possessively.
The elevator ride dragged on for another hour or so, a string of R&B music humming through the small speakers of the machine. Stack hummed lightly to Natural Thang by Donell Jones.
The elevator finally opened to you, and Stack. He led through the long, narrow hallway with the same walls with red linoleum flooring underneath. How long were these hallways of the room?
โHow long did it take you to build this? You brought other women down here before?โ Your eyes scanned the hallway gradually.
โIt took me a longer than a few years to build it, and design it myself. Youโre the first person I brought here, baby.โ
Stack finally stopped in front of the door of his underground room, reaching for the knob. Twisting it, and swung it open again.
The smell of sandalwood, something sweet like candy, and linen across the fabric of the bed, the rug. It included air conditioning to keep the place warm, and toasty.
Once you, and you man stepped through it. The room was spacious, with no windows, the floors below your sock-clad feet were matte onyx, and you could see your reflection in it. A king sized bed with crimson sheets and matching thick pillows lay neatly, with a blanket.
You spotted a pristine shelf of sex toys, his belt, fuzzy handcuffs, butt plugs, a leather dog collar with a leash attached to it, and vibrators, a gag ball, and a string of rope. Also, there was a fridge on the right corner of the room.
Your mouth agape, as your brown eyes scanning through every corner of the room. Speechless. Not a word spoken.
โClose that pretty mouth, sweetheart,โ Stack demanded, his voice like velvet and gravelly.
Your mouth closed just as he told you to. Your eyes flickered to the man standing in front of you, his back leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed.
โWhy is there a fridge?โ You pointed to the fridge in the room.
โI get hungry, and watch movies, baby.โ He says casually, pushing himself off the wall.
You nodded. โOkay. This place is very clean, which I like. It doesn't smell bad,โ You gazed upon the room one last time to make sure you weren't dreaming.
โDamn, youโre a big olโ freak, Elias. You always take it to another level, and never fail to bewilder me,โ You confessed, half-laughing, half-bewildered.
โExperience teaches you things, here and there. You learn, and study, and perfect it till itโs right.โ Stack bantered, his hand flying around the room.
โMhm. Now that we're here. Take off your clothes, and get on the bed.โ You demand, pointing to the bed like it was an order.
โYes, ma'am.โ Stack obliged without hesitation.
Stack backed away, with his hands held up in defense. But that smirk curled on his handsome face, fisting his hoodie, flung over his head. Threw it across the floor, and pulled off sweats like it was nothing. His boxers came right off.
His dick was set free from the fabric, thick, wide in girth, and veiny with a mean curve to the right. Stack hisses softly at the cool air brushing across his dick, as he fell flat on his back across the cool mattress, the faint squeak underneath.
His back leaned against the headboard, with his hands behind his head. Teeth trapped under his lip, dimples visible in his cheeks. His deep brown eyes flickered toward you, sat man-spread. Legs spread wide enough for you to see his dick on display, his abs sculpted, taut muscles on every inch of his body. Unhinged.
โCome getโchu some..โ Stack flirted, his voice deepened with that accent, and that rasp. Gravelly still softened like velvet, drawing you in.
How does the man ooze dominance, and sexiness while being submissive? Your teeth dug into the soft pigment of your lip, as if the gears were twisting in your mind. You had to get this right.
Your eyes shoot out of your head. Widen. You forgot how big he was. You cleared your throat while you spun on your heels. Heat blooming through your thighs, and face to your neck.
Striding toward the shelf of his BDSM collection, and you stopped immediately. Your eyes swept over the toys until they landed on the handcuffs, and the dog collar with a leash. You reached for the leash, the dog collar, and the handcuffs.
You exhaled softly, nerves buzzing through your body. Your thighs clenching tight, your panties already wet. Stack blinked once, his head leaned to the side, his face softened.
โYou good over there? We can stop if you want to?โ Stack asked softly, his brows rose.
โYeah, I'm good. Just a little nervous.โ You reassured him, and yourself at once, swallowing once.
You got this. This is Stack weโre talking about. Heโs fine with it. Heโll stop immediately if you donโt want to. You shook your head to brush off that anxiety buzzing in your body.
You spun around on your heels again, and strode over to the bed. Placing the toys on the edge, and stripping out of your clothes, slowly. Stack helped you up on the bed; you plopped down on your stomach. You, and him shared a snicker of mischief together.
โThis bed is so big, and soft!โ You exclaim with a smile, Stack chuckling softly at you.
Your naked body pressed his, your breasts touched his chest lightly. The nerves faded away, as the warmth crept in at the right time.
Your head turned in his direction, and your chin lay on his buff chest. Your warm brown eyes met his, batting your eyelashes at him. โSafe word, baby?โ you inquired softly.
Stack hummed lightly, trying to gather the right safe word. His face lit up as the perfect color popped into his head, as if a lightbulb flickered over it.
โRed...โ Stack drawled softly, his hand on the small of your back, thumb tracing circles on your melanated skin.
Your hands on his buff chest pushed you up to meet his gaze down below, his gaze following you, as you hoisted yourself straight up, with your knees pressed on the bed on either side of his waist, you could only hear the slow breathing between you, and your man.
โGood boy. Red it is then. You can say it at any time if youโre uncomfortable with anything, okay? Please let me know..โ You added, your hand patted on his buff chest softly.
โI got you, and Iโll let you let know if Iโm not comfortable.โ Stack reassured you, nodding once again.
You reached for the dog collar with the leash attached to it. Your hand moved in a โcome hereโ motion, and as he leaned forward to you. Propped himself up by his elbows. You brought the dog collar to his neck, and wrapped it around with a soft click.
Your eyes met his again, with a steady concern, your face softening to see if he was still comfortable with it. Stack nodded for consent. โItโs okay...โ He soothes to you, his face softening with yours like he was matching the pace of your mind, and body.
Your hand gripped the leash, and gently yanked at it. Stack lunged forward by the tug of the leash, his teeth dug into his lip, as if he was gritting his teeth. A soft whimper spilling out of his mouth, a sound of pure arousal, and satisfication.
โDonโt be pretty witโ it. Show me more somethinโ than a gentle tug. Get real meanโฆโ Stack coached with a low rasp; his head nodded to the leash in your hand.
Your hand yanked the leash forward roughly with a mean twist of your wrist, and Stack moaned, whimpering your name under his breath. โDamnโฆY/nโฆโ he hissed through gritted teeth.
Your stomach had a tingling warmth fluttering through your body, and your pussy was throbbing, clenching around nothing at the sight of Stack being so submissive below you.
The tug of the leash around his throat sent the blood down his dick, stood tall, thick beads of precum spilled from his tip, and throbbing with a desperate jolt of pleasure buzzing through his body like lightning. His hips pushed into the air for friction. His soft whimpering, tiny, raspy groans spilling from his lips. โGive me more, babyโฆโ he begged for it, and drooling.
You hovered over him, as he angled himself upwards. You lowered yourself over his dick, wiggling your hips, your head craned back, gasping for air at the stretch. โAhhhโฆshitt..โ You hissed through it. Stackโs eyes darted up at you; his hand on your hip. You, and Stack whined softly. โAllโฆtheโฆway downโฆโ Stack panted heavily with that rasp. Your hips plopped down with a sudden plunge. Stack flinched, until you were filled completely. โJust like that..โ he praised softly, whimpering. You moaned from the thick size, pulsating against your walls, choking his dick. โYou good up there, love?โ you asked softly; he nodded frantically.
You bounced ruthlessly top of him, riding him with brute force; he soft grunts, raspy whimpers through every bounce. His big dick hit your spot in an endless loop. โFuckkโฆEliasโฆโ you panted softly. Your hips were grinding. Your pussy was still clenching, gushing down below from his dick to his balls. You cried out with your man; he caught your gaze above him. But Stack needed more. โDo it againโฆget meanerโฆโ
The raspy rumbling from his throat. Your hand yanked the leash harder while you straddled him brutally, riding well, dominating Stack. He groaned in pleasure. His hips thrusted upwards, roughly. โYeahโฆgimme that.โ he taunted, voice raspy with need. โYou're cuteโfuck! When you listen...โ you managed to say, through every moan. Stack unraveled; he was breathless under you. Your hand smacked his off your hip. His moans were desperate. โNo touching...โ you groaned; your hand yanked the leash again. Stack whimpered with a rasp.
Your nails dug into his pecs deeply, your mouth fell open once he thrusted upwards. โYou killinโ meโฆโ he hissed. A grin on your face. Your mind was so far away; you kept bouncing on his fat dick. The white essence below widened around. โYou like to be treated this way? Like a big olโ slut, โLias?โ You spewed with a moan. You felt full, and wetter than ever. You gushed again. โFuckk...yeah,โ he groans. Unapologetic. Fisting the sheets, fucking you upwards.
Stack looked up at you with a faint smirk; those dimples, and he smacked your ass. His abs clenched as he drilled upwards. โElias! Shitt!โ Your hand yanked at the leash, as he let a guttural groan. Your thumb grazed his sensitive nipples. Stack moans. โUhhhnnโฆY/n..fuck..โ he rasps, rocking himself into your walls. Your hand yanked at the leash, with a clank of the chain. His chest heaved under your palm.
You quickened the pace, that had Stack trembling, whimpering. He ruined you again, and again, and your ass clapped against his balls.
His mouth wrapped around your right nipple, while he cupped, and pinched the other one. Your pussy was swollen, wet, and bruised. His quivering thighs pressed against yours. Stack panting heavily like he was losing breath. โBaby please..โ he moaned, his mouth on your neck. Teeth dug into your areola, leaving behind hickeys. His hips are rutting into you, stretching you open. The tension in his shoulders and the soreness in your thighs pushed you and Stack to the limit. โJust like thatโฆโ you praised, as your nails clawed at him. You sought friction, yet you wanted to feel more of him.
Overcome with sensation, you felt like stars were exploding in your vision, as if he had taken you beyond the stars. Your thoughts were clouded, and all you could do was moan. "I-I'm gonna cum!" Stack pushed himself in inch by inch. A feral moan rippling from your throat, raspy. Stack gritted his teeth, stifling a moan that escaped anyway. Your walls tightened like an instinctive reaction. "Gimmie..Y/n..โ he says lowly, panting. Your pussy tighten around him, drawing him in before he could fuck deeper.
Without hesitation, Stack flipped you on your back unexpectedly. No hands.
Stack plowed into you; he fucked you into the mattress, so deeply that you could feel the metal springs press deep. "S-sorry..." he whimpered softly. Your yanked at the leash roughly; he groaned. The fabric's burn on your skin sent a wave of heat through you. His hips pushed forward fast, and long strokes, savoring the sensation of you. Your moans grew feral, and heavy. โB-bad..fuck!โ His breathing grew heavier, as if he was blowing smoke through his teeth.
โYeahโฆIโm needโฆto be inside you deep...โ He rasps, dragging his mouth across yours through every slow stroke while fucking you deep still. โElias! I'm gonna cumm!โ You could barely form a coherent sentence, your body trembling against his. "That's right..Gimmie..all..good..shit!"He moaned in your ear, the pleasure overwhelming.
You let out a hoarse moan until your voice faded. Your white cum spread from his tip to the base, spilling onto the sheets. Your hand held onto his; your knees felt like jelly. โGet there wit' me..โ he coached. Your hand yanked the leash again. The heat in his thoart, and the ache in his body, sweat clung to you. "Cum with me.." His teeth plunged into your shoulder, biting hard, as he breathed rapidly through his nose, his breath hoarse.
His palm resting over your stomach, his fingers splayed poesseively. โYouโre mine....โ You cooed, biting your lip. The feel of your stomach clenched, as he rammed, harder, and the feel of his dick in, and out. He plunged roughly, held your neck.โEvery time, I fuck you deep. That pretty lil pussy clench.. โ Stack pants, hips rolling in, his tip hitting that soft spot. Your pussy clenched as if by Stackโs nasty talk. Thrust. Clench. โSee?โ Your back arched longer than you hoped. โI see! I see!โ You whined at him, your arm linked around his neck.
He flipped you on all fours like it was routine, his hand on the small of your back with the other on your hip. โSo deep!โyou cried out, your toes curled. Stack tried to hold in his climax as best as he could, quickening the pace while gruttal groaning your name. โI can get deeperโฆโ
The bed creaked underneath both of you, and Stack. Your hands fisting the sheets for some kind of relief. Thrust. โEโlias!โ A moan rippled from your throat. Thrust. Your bodyalmost stumbled over the bed but Stack yanked you back. โTapping out already?โ he taunts. Thrust. You whimper. โToo much dick for you?โ Stack bullied, his hands on your waist, hoisted you still. Your hand yanked at the leash. Stack rasped. He looked down on you with that grin. โS-say you love the way I treat youโfuck like a petโฆโ You moaned a command, your head fell back into the pillow.
โI-I love t-the way you treatโfuck..like a pet...โ Stack dragged out a long groan. You squirmed away from him but Stack yanked you by your ankle, eliciting that mean curve to strike a spot. You felt a jolt of pleasure. โWhy you runninโ from me? Don't you want this dick?โ Stack teased. His hand sent a sharp smack across your ass. โEliassss!โ Your hands let go of the leash, losing your mind. Stack saw stars sparkling, and vibrant colors bursting. His brow knitted at the spot he couldn't reach while pushing deep.
Their bodies mushed together, sweaty, hot. โI'm gonโ cum!โ you screamed. He nodded, his hands latched around your neck. โM-me too..โYour hips rolling, feeling a new sensation, your body buzzing.
You reached your limit, spilling all over Stack's fat dick, creating a large mess on the sheets as, he fucked you roughly, growling and grunting in your ear. โI'm right behind yoโ fine ass. Lemme have it..โ Stack gritted his teeth. By his voice, you came undone, messy again. Stack shot his fat load of cum inside you. Walls filled up to the brim. โFuckkkk!โ Stack grunted loudly, laying his head on the side of the small of your back. He drooled on your skin, while you screamed in blissful agony.
His back muscles flexed, as he pulled slowly to see his dick inch out of your pussy. His half- lidded eyes squinted a bit, the white mingling with the deep brown of your folds. His cum oozing out. You flipped on your back. Moaning weakly. The soft gushing. You squirted on him.
โE-eat...โ You commanded him, your legs parting for him. Half-lidded eyes met his, passionate, and daring. The smirk was still on his face, Stack hummed in response.
Stack ducked below between your thighs, slurping, and swallowing it all without shame. He came up for fresh air, his tongue gliding across his lip. Humming softly. โYou taste good...โ he mumbled, his voice raspy and gravelly.
โI knowโฆbut you're good when you're submissive, Eliasโฆโ
โAnything for my babyโฆโ
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